meloncholy? maybe a little. illness in the immediate family will do that to you.
and cold. in san diego, of all places: cold. the winds have died down a bit; earlier sustained winds at the airport were 24mph, gusts up to 30, both higher four blocks from the ocean where i live. my feet are cold. my feet! wearing thick-ish socks, and slippers, no less.
preparing a training for homeless youths on how to do legal research. give them the tools to rise up.
all sorts of super extra special commentary may be due, but at the end of a week of a cold/flu-like thing, and the only thing that worked to calm the coughing being copious alcohol, i need to sleep.
happy? heh.